A world far away

'It's really a cold night" she thought as she proceeded to tying herself to her bed. It was a little tricky but she managed it.

Ewa looked around her little trailer house for anything that maybe out of place one last time, nothing was. Once the ropes that held her legs and hands felt secured enough, she closed her eyes and was soon asleep.

...

"Ewa, get down. If you fall it will be a terrible injury. Ewa!"

The woman at the bottom of the stairwell called out.

"I'm fine mommy, look what I can do." Seven years old Ewa placed her hand on a railing above as she ignored the cries of her mother below. She was determined to show her mother how fast she could climb. Her right foot was secured and as she placed her left foot on the railing going up, she lost all balance and came falling down.

Her mother's scream caused her to shot her eyes as she prepared for the pain that will follow from falling from a four story building but the pain never came.

…

She awoke with a scream to find herself floating off her bed; the ropes that she tied herself with earlier had somehow come loose. This was the tenth time in a month she found herself floating off her bed, defying gravity, some nights it just happened and some nights it started with a dream. The only humans that flew were the super heroes in the movies she grew up watching.

She landed with a thud on the metal floor of her trailer house as she burst into tears. She had no one, no family, her mother was dead and all she knew of her father was a drawing that seemed to be about a hundred years old but her mother told her it wasn't.

The man in the drawing looked scary but the kindness in his eyes was reflected by the artist and he had only been drawn from his head to shoulders. Where would she find him? How would she find him? She had no answer. As she always remembered since her mother left her behind, she felt lost.

Ewa rocked herself back and forth as tears continued to fall down her cheeks onto her night shirt. She knew pain, she knew loneliness, she knew hunger and now she had no clue as to what was happening with her body, it had all started when she turned eighteen.

Her grey eyes and grey hair contrasted well enough against her black skin, at twenty she never understood why she had a full head of grey hair but no matter how much cheap black dye she used, the grey always came through. People stared at her for the wrong reasons, called her names and she had grown to not care anymore.

What would happen if she tried to take her life, Tolu wasn't going to let her find out.

Tolu was the light at the end of the tunnel, a friend she could always count on and the only one who knew all about her but loved her anyway.

Ewa stood up from the cold floor and took out a sweater from her bag, she got a torch out as she wrapped herself against the cold, she needed to go for a run.

At three A.M, the world would be asleep, so she opened her door and into the woods she went, running as fast as her legs could carry.

The morning, nine A.M...

Ewa walked into The Grandeur Hotel, the beauty of the reception always appealed greatly to her as a child.

"Hello, please I am here to see Tolu."

The stare the receptionist gave her wasn't new, everyone looked at her that way, everyone except…

"Ewa?" Tolus' voice sounded from behind her.

"Tolu! I'm sorry I didn't mean to show up at your job."

"What nonsense are you saying?" Tolu pulled her into a hug. "You haven't been sleeping well or eating well, you look awful."

"I feel awful" she confessed. She never lied to her friend.

"Have you had breakfast?"

"Soon."

"Now," Tolu turned to the receptionist and ordered the man have waiters bring a full course of English breakfast to the lounge area of the penthouse floor.

Tolu's late father owned the hotel, and as the only child to her parents she took over at only sixteen. Her mum trusted her and at twenty two she had done the family business more justice than her mother hoped for.

"Common, let's talk."

...

"It happened again." Ewa stated once the waiters served them.

"Which of them?" Tolu knew everything about her.

She hasn't just be floating, she had been having crazy visions; she could control inanimate objects with her mind, and strange voices echoed in her head. She felt less human as the day goes by.

"Floating, I seem to be flying whenever I sleep."